Attending Proserpine, when back from night,
The Fates and Graces lead her up to light; 10
When in a band-harmonious they advance,
And joyful round her, form the solemn dance:
With Ceres triumphing, and Jove divine;
Propitious come, and on our incense shine;
Give earth a blameless store of fruits to bear, 15
And make a novel mystic's life your care.